Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 18 | 20 | "View more quotes about dress">Dress, slut," said Portus Canio, tarnmaster of the Tower of Corridon. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 17 | He was young and handsome, and no stranger to the handling of lovely slaves. |
| 18 | 18 | More than once she had writhed moaning, crying out, gasping, begging, in slave rapture in his arms. |
| 18 | 19 | "What is going on here?" called a gruff voice, that of a large, bearded man in a brown tunic, with wristlets, and a tarn goad dangling from his belt. |
| 18 | 20 | "Dress, slut," said Portus Canio, tarnmaster of the Tower of Corridon. |
| 18 | 21 | "Yes, Master!" said Ellen quickly, and scrambled to her feet. |
| 18 | 22 | In an instant she had pulled the tiny tunic over her head, and pulled it down at the hems, as though this might conceal a thread's width, or more, of her muchly bared thighs. |
| 18 | 23 | She was barefoot. |
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He was young and handsome, and no stranger to the handling of lovely slaves.
More than once she had writhed moaning, crying out, gasping, begging, in slave rapture in his arms.
"What is going on here?" called a gruff voice, that of a large, bearded man in a brown tunic, with wristlets, and a tarn goad dangling from his belt.
"Dress, slut," said Portus Canio, tarnmaster of the Tower of Corridon.
"Yes, Master!" said Ellen quickly, and scrambled to her feet.
In an instant she had pulled the tiny tunic over her head, and pulled it down at the hems, as though this might conceal a thread's width, or more, of her muchly bared thighs.
She was barefoot.
- (Prize of Gor)